My friend gives birth in the corner store parking lot
While vultures rush in, wailing the song of sirens
Red and blue flashing from there judgmental corneas
Apathetic that they’re feasting on the last of a free species
Dissecting black holes
My friend gives birth in the corner store parking lot
While vultures rush in, wailing the song of sirens
Red and blue flashing from there judgmental corneas
Apathetic that they’re feasting on the last of a free species
Orphaned highway lead to yellow home
The ceremonial burning of 7 leaves
We declare virtual warfare on the proximity
But for pleasure, never for bloodshed
Pity those who move forward with haste
For pleasure is best induced through stasis